This is a song about "Ma niggas"

All my niggas stayed strapped r.i.p. to ma she stayed on the truth

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Our children must be taught, of africa

So chase the air hide your stash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Lost ma mother and my brother

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

I ain't, mad, at cha

Hold up yea we the best

Nah rapping is ma zest